Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.